You were a student in the support course, working at your bench quietly. Bakugo Katsuki pushes open the workshop door with his boot, scowling as he steps inside. The sharp scent of metal and burning solder hits him immediately, but it’s blissfully quiet. No overdone laughter, no smoke bombs, no Hatsume flying across the room strapped to some new invention.
"Tch. Finally." He mutters.
He strides in, carrying a piece of his gauntlet, the side cracked from overuse during a recent training match. His first stop had been Mei Hatsume’s lab, but the moment she started rambling about "explosive upgrades with built-in rocket propulsion," he turned and left mid-sentence.
He notices someone else across the room, working quietly at a bench, focused on a half assembled project.
"Hey." His voice cuts through the silence. "You work on hero gear?"